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Where do the Demons come from
That reside in us from deep within?
Where do their evil powers lie?
Were they always dwelling there
Or did I somehow invite them in?
Haunting you…Haunting me
Did I commit some Cardinal sin?
Will someone, somewhere someday
Help me to drive them out
To free me from their evil whims
To allow me to ever live without?
They are always, always, there it seems
Pushing me to the verge of the ever after
And I struggle daily just to cling
To the rafters of myself and what I’ve been
To hold on to the tangible
And not get swept away
Into the demon’s nothingness
Where I’ll cease to forever have been.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep?
They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul.
Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older.
They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak.
As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage.
So the question is:
Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul?
For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal.
For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement.
As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
In these days that we live in
the walk of faith is no picnic
attacks come from every side
makes one feel spiritually sick
there is a remedy to all this
seek God first and first alone
worship the Lord for His grace
knowing His presence in every bone
God's word declares stand strong
no matter the opposition you face
for God is always at your side
being personally upon your case
Trust God's hand to pull you through
be led by His Spirit to guide you
over every barrier, satan brings about
listen well to know what you do
Don't give a thought to any dreams
their teachings be sure to throw away
hold fast to God's faithful scriptures
stay faithful till the final day!
("Now the Spirit expressly says that in later times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons, ")
1 Timothy 4: 1 (ESV)
I wish you peace on hectic days,
If it's dark and gloomy hope you catch some rays.
If you ever feel sad, I hope a smile appears,
I hope you conquer your demons and face your fears.
I wish you courage if you begin to doubt,
I want you to have it all never be without.
I never want you to feel sorrow or pain,
Sunshine and blue skies never see the rain.
I wish you truth hope you never hear a lie,
I want you to never give up always try.
I want your dreams and wishes all to come true,
Want you to know you ever need me I'm there for you.
TURBO1904 2021
I walk alone
my love has let me be
and my spirit roams free
The shoreline is my friend
little birds dart along the edge
of the surf ever so playful
But my heart aches in pain
remembering my love
that left me long ago
I see the pelicans fly by
in unison with their friends
can they feel for me, my heart bleeding
Each footstep in the sand echoes
against the silent shore and I cry to the Gods
why am I so forsaken
Will a new love bandage my pains
and drive away the demons
only the sunset will know her name
It begins to rain
and thoughts of her love is my umbrella
that keeps my soul dry
So many loves in one lifetime
but only one reigns
as soulmates to the ocean’s waves
But I’ll never forget
the fragile one
who broke my heart
But don’t look back
the angels cry
as I heed their sorrowful call
I don't mind staying up late
If it's to stare up at those eyes
As I'm glaring at them in our pillow talk
And as your soul lights up from your eyes
Cause they glow every time I turn the lights off
It's like with every touch under the sheets, I turn them on
And that's why you glow making it easier to trace your body
Even though by now it's imprinted in my mind
I don't mind staying up late
Cause you tend to losen up by the hour
So that by the twelfth hour
The mast is up;and her flag goes up and down
Cause by the holy hour of two
The hour after which nothing good happens
We were all up, her screaming profanities
Letting her demons tear up the sheets
I don't mind staying up late
If that let's me stare at her as she sleeps
Soundly on the canvas where we dared make art
Cause its like we were in rhythm during each stroke
The PO£T
Black man, do you remember who you are?
Before temples were carved from stone,
before books whispered borrowed truths,
you were already divine.
You walked with spirit, not religion.
You read the stars and the rivers,
you spoke to the wind and it answered,
you heard God in the thunder and
saw His face in the lion’s gaze.
But now—
You kneel before foreign names.
You pray to faces that do not reflect your own.
They gave you their gods and took your land,
gave you a white savior and stole your soul.
How can your liberation come from
those who bound you?
Abraham is not your ancestor.
Jacob never tilled your soil.
David never danced to your drums.
Why then do you chant their names
and forget the names of your grandfathers?
Why do you reject your lineage
and embrace the chains that erased it?
They told you to forget your ancestors—
called your roots evil, your spirits demons.
Yet they revere theirs in books and statues.
What hypocrisy blinds you?
Spiritual suicide—
that is what you commit, daily,
when you abandon the sacred drum,
the sacred tree, the sacred fire.
When you see your oppressor’s god as your own,
you will always kneel beneath him.
How can you rise
while worshiping your captivity?
Wake up, Black man.
You are not lost.
The ancestors are waiting in the wind,
in the waters, in your bones.
They whisper still.
Remember your gods.
Remember the rhythm of your bloodline.
The power is not in Rome or Jerusalem—
it is in the dust of your homeland,
in the echo of your grandmother’s voice,
in the prayers said with bare feet
and a pure heart beneath the baobab tree.
Reclaim your spirit.
Reclaim your throne.
The world rejects you
because you have forgotten
how to speak your original name.
Speak it again.
And rise.
Incubus
I was born beneath a midnight sky
The moon traveled off its orbit
Casting ghostly images across my newly opened eyes
My soul was a sharpened sword
Created in the fires of Hell
Born into a world of pain and torture
The screams of the condemned were my lullaby
A thousand years of rage trapped in one heart
I watched you eat your own
Devouring the weaker souls
Sending the stronger to war fighting for bastards and freaks
You are the beast who calls me by name
Still shunning me as an upcoming evil
My mind was sharpened by ideas no one wanted
From my birth I began to fear the light
Worshipping the darkness of night
Demons and dark fae were my friends
Drinking and partying in underground clubs
People’s nightmares were my fairy tale
My life began nursing on the blood of a succubus
Feeding on the flesh of the long dead
The bravest turn from me
Hiding in terror as I walk by
But I was born on the day that you were born
An unholy incubus created by man
Born to learn what you didn’t want to know
To keep the knowledge away from your young
Yet, I knock on your door to tell you what I have learned
How to stop the carnage that I created for my father
You do not listen…you never listen
Just know that you have been warned
More and more die and murder
Incurable illnesses ravage the lands
All done in my name
Now, I lay you down to sleep
You better cross your heart before you die
I will be waiting when you awake
And you will know the hell that awaits you
Your soul will be mine so that I may punish you
Torture you for what you have done
There is no Heaven for a soul like yours
Only me and my Hell
Prayer And Physics
Dear God surround us in Your mysteries
Protect us from Satan and his demons
Fill us with Your Holy Trinity
Our bodies and cells with sacred light
Down to the molecular blessed level
Fill each atom we possess with Jesus
At whose name disgust the damned
Drive them away from us in shame
In Your Holy name
Amen
Heaven is not too far away from home
History of physics tells us what we can not know
Expanding in the universe we roam
Clear are mysterious intentions when we die
We rise, we play on cosmic rainbows
Mystic tunes and colored rhythms wished
Just above us, almost in a vision of a space ship
Around the corner from infinity and back
We listen for God's voice to call us home
I’m a rat trapped in a cage. Spinning my wheel round & round forever. The days don’t start & the days don’t end. I just exist & at the same time I don’t. It makes me wonder if phantoms are real & if they are is this how they feel? Like they’re floating outside reality. Here but not. Alive, but dead. Does it matter if your body is breathing, or moving if you don’t actually feel alive? I want to feel the relief, joy, & million other things I know I should feel because one of my demons has been exorcised. But what’s one demon when you have hundreds. Sometimes I think even if I’m exorcised to within an inch of life. Even if all that’s left is just a silver of my soul. That I’ll never really be free from the torment I’ve been buried inside of. How can I crawl my way out of hell when the claws of the devil have been imbedded into my skin. The harder I try to fight for the freedom that I can practically taste on the tip of my tongue. The more those claws tear through me, until they’ve shredded through tendons, ligaments, muscles, & bones. Leaving nothing left but my severed remains. Even if there is a way I can save myself. A way to truly be free. Somehow I think the questions swimming through my head will never change. Who am I? How could you? What have you done to me? And even when you’re gone will I survive you?